Friday....partying partying YEAH

[gfrancie]

Every night before I go to bed I find things in my bed that the children left there. Tonight it was a pig. I suppose this is a step up from the cheese we found the other day.

There was a worry about snow this evening. Obviously it will happen in the usual places but as for Seattle it isn't going to happen because I bought salt for the sidewalk, the kids have mittens, hats and boots that fit, and I have bread and milk. To those who have things to do this weekend? You're welcome. Everyone else? Eh...that's life. At least we can all watch Jim Foreman on the news get all wound up when there are three flakes in the air. After all we have to keep him busy. That man loves a potential snow storm the way some men love pussy.

Ah sweet Friday. How great thou art. I've had some wine, some cocoa, and a hot bath. Now to hide in bed with my hilariously awesome book about WWII spies. bliss_street seriously when you get to this book you will love it. For it has one of my favorite double agents ever. Joan Pujol Garcia had balls the size of small dogs. I suggest reading about Garcia here in this article of "7 most heroic con artists of all time". (the whole article is full of hilarity and chutzpah)

Comments

[ms-pooka.livejournal.com]

at least you haven't found a horse's head, yet.

i made the mistake of trying to straighten out oliver's bed sheet the other day and found a sandbox instead. i suppose i really should change his linens. but it's easier just to pretend they don't exist, especially since brian is beyond his limits with paying $10/load to clean linens that have been vomited on, peed on, pooped on, or some combination thereof (by cats). that takes precedence over sand, i suppose.

this concludes my discourse on things one might find in or on their bed.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Not yet.

My son keeps his sandbox in his hair. Sometimes he will put sand in his sister's hair. It is always a delight. Here is something interesting I once read. This soldier had been wounded at Omaha beach on D-Day and of course he was taken to a hospital in England and then eventually taken to a hospital in the States. Four months after evacuation from the battle, a nurse found sand in his hair when she was washing it. Sandboxes travel.

[ms-pooka.livejournal.com]

i totally believe this story if based on nothing other than the evidence of the magical sand that will continue to come out of violet's shoes no matter how many times i think i've knocked it all out.

i secretly really hate sandboxes.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Sandboxes are one of many great enemies I have.

[oxymoron67.livejournal.com]

Garcia was amazing. I cannot imagine how he pulled it all off.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

From what I am reading in the book -the nazis were perfect for the picking. By 1943, they were desperate to believe anything and give Hitler any news to make him happy. What I have also read about WWII history, a whole lotta ego and mis-management brought down the Nazis. There wasn't exactly a direct chain of command. Hitler did this on purpose to kind of keep everyone on edge. So while there were commanders who could have and wanted to do things differently (often to their advantage) they often couldn't unless they sought permission of someone else to do such and such. (often the final say came from Hitler) If someone was BFF with Hitler, then anything they said would be considered gold. There were a number of so-so spies who were on the right side of things and in order to stay in Hitler's good graces they were crazy to find any piece of intelligence that would make him happy. Garcia had people in intelligence every step of the command who didn't see the obvious mistakes in the false information they were given. Also the head of the Abwehr, secretly hated Hitler and was keen to over-throw him.
Big balls and a vulnerable dictatorship!

[jessiesquash.livejournal.com]

I don't know, I might like finding cheese in my bed! I think it would be step up from the cat vomit I found once. I can't decide which is more charming, the things kids leave in beds or the things cats leave in beds.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

children can leave scary things too.